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ᥫ᭡ .°• ━━━ STAR WARS aesthetics, art, & a low activity roleplay blog centered around my original character, BRIENNE GUYOT , & a love of CORUSCANT .
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𝓐 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓲𝓷 :: 𝒞𝑜𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇-𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒞𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝐼𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 / 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 (𝒾𝓂)𝒷𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔.
after spending what'd felt like endless hours of waiting, padmé could finally feel the weight of anticipation lifting while witnessing the genuine glint of excitement finding brienne's eyes, proving that their 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 appreciation towards plays and ballets had remained unchanging. for but a moment did a strange yet welcome sensation conquer her old poet's soul and bring in a breeze of youth she'd thought had disappeared somewhere along the way, or rather, changed its shape from a girl's powerful spirit into one of half a woman, half an ethereal being.
able to contain her own excitement only partially, the senator offered a full smile while her pulse ran louder than it had for quite a while. ❝ better than something completely new, i'd dare say ❞, she beamed, ❝ an old classic brought back to the spotlight. the theater had organized a vote on which performance the audience would like to see making a comeback this year. i somehow managed to miss the event but as soon as i learned the result, i booked our tickets. ❞ a breathtaking tale of a younger years' romance rekindled, all wrapped up in 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 and plotting. most importantly, the play had a satisfying and the most heartwarming closing chapter. padmé was sure it'd do good for both brienne and herself to witness a happy ending, as fictional as it in this case would be.
❝ wonderful ! and i wouldn't mind having you visiting my wardrobe, to help picking an outfit. alternatively we could indulge in some shopping. ❞ while not exactly the materialist, there was no denying she enjoyed beautiful things and found comfort in the way 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 fabrics felt against her skin. ❝ what do you think, should we see what our shopping district has to offer ? ❞ a soft laugh escaped her before she cast her eyes down, ❝ i do sound a bit vain here, don't i ? ❞
“An old classic?” With her smile stretching to crinkle the corners of her youthful eyes, Brienne parrots the excitement Padmé exudes. Her mind is quick to run through the titles she’d expect adored by Coruscant’s performance culture, which is not unlike Aargau’s. Similar high-brow tastes percolate the wealthy Core. After all, her home planet’s central arts district hosts many of the shows Coruscant premieres first. “If back by popular demand, it must be highly rated.” Brows lift, wondering if she’ll divulge or leave it a surprise (or one to spoil later by perusing the theater’s schedule).
Having such a thoughtful friend brings warmth to her chest; how fortunate to have her while navigating life on her own, so far away from family. “You are too generous a friend, thank you,” Brienne beams, while internally admitting the thought of browsing Padmé’s wardrobe would be overwhelming. If anyone has the most beautiful gowns, it’s her.
“Not at all,” she huffs. “Honestly, I could go for a bit of dress shopping. It’s been ages since I bought anything outside of toned-down workwear,” she drawls in a tone of mild distaste; the career is slowly taking over every aspect of her existence at the moment. “And it’s so much more fun to shop with someone. I say we make an afternoon of it.”
via The Art of Star Wars: Andor (The Complete Series) by Phillip Szostak
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Brienne’s wardrobe is split into three organized (by color/tone) sections in her large walk-in closet:
Corporate workwear necessary for her nine-to-five. Her work “uniform” is neutral (primarily grays and whites) with plenty of silk blouses and flowy leg trousers. Despite being of luxurious fabrics and design, she finds it rather uninspiring. It is appropriately minimal for the Finance Ministry.
Every day casual wear, which, for one of the upper class, is not casual at all. These are often modest layered dresses from both Aargauun and Coruscanti designers (she considers herself Coruscanti just as much as Aargauun atp). Most are in her favorite shades of green, but there are some jewel-toned gowns as well.
Evening wear. Brienne owns a few fancier gowns reserved for special events and galas, which she is unabashed to rotate since attending these events is occasional.
She also has a modest-sized shoe collection (mostly heels), jewelry (gold and pearls), coats and bags, silk nightgowns and matching robes and slippers, and of course, matching undergarments.
Her wardrobe is more classic/timeless than the Coruscant fast trends variety, so she’s not constantly adding to it. Quality over quantity. She's also quite happy to get rid of the corporate workwear when she is laid off (can't take her whole wardrobe with her when she moves from Coruscant).
The reference sheet I drew a while back breaks it down:
Leia smiles, "Dad's let the leash go slack since I made Junior Senator. What would it look like if the face of Alderaan forced his co worker to bed early?"
Leia lets out a girlish titter. Not too loud nor formal, but never shrill either. She's gotten the hand of schooling her natural instincts. Everything is a show put on for the world stage.
Leia has picked up a few tricks so far. Alot from Mon Mothma, some she gets watching Bail, and a few she learns on her own through trail and error.
She learns to drink. As she does before Madam Guyot. A show of bringing up her beverage and wetting her lower lip but never drinking. Rule one, always have a clear head in any public setting. But don't refuse an offer of food or drink.
There are other rules she does as she speaks with the other woman. She scans the room. Always making sure her back is never to the masses. Nor does she fully face the other woman. It keeps Leia aware of the coming and goings but always mindful of who might be over hearing.
For Leia knows she is being followed and listen too. Maybe its the ISB or maybe another Senator. But that has nothing to do with Leia personally, all of them are being spied upon.
"Either way I will always have a chaprone, the life of a Princess or Queen demands it, I'm afraid."
A senator, even a junior one at such a young age, is something that will continue to mystify Brienne, as do royal lineages that place one family in control of the planet’s government. Aargau’s is more bureaucratically defined despite the Bank Dynasties of old maintaining much hold over those processes. No one under the age of thirty-five sits that high up. But so is the diversity of the galaxy and the arena of the Senate. The Empire can only attempt to streamline it.
Leia’s repose garners another polite chuckle. “Well, it wasn’t truly until I moved away from my home that I was completely free of the rules and regulations of my family’s estate. Hard is family follows you in this, though expected in your case.” Amusement carries, but consoling remains. Leia’s age is hard enough without the responsibilities of her inherited station.
“Hm. Prudent, of course.” Brienne drawls, glossy lips frowning, though she intends to maintain the lightheartedness of the conversation. “These parties, I’m rather selective in attendance and thankfully low in invites. Just here on behalf of my family name rather than my employment.” The Guyot's hold enough wealth and influence to occasionally get an invitation sent through the family line and then to her, the most local resident. “How many of these are you expected to attend during Vesty week? If you don’t mind me asking”
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He nods, and notes it, and he certainly doesn't do anything more than tilt his head as she doesn't finish his sentence. People can do terrible things to others, and he hopes her family is not the cause of this situation, and hopes so dearly. But it doesn't change the way they have to consider the worst.
Especially when she's far most level-headed than most people would be, in her situation.
Enough so that her request, or her offer, is a reasonable one. A rather smart one.
"Very well. I would not have asked for the whole of it, because in the end I am in this profession to earn a living, but that is acceptable, if I am to ensure nobody manages to collect on it." He replies. And then, almost bemusedly, "Will you want to draft a contract as well?"
“It is only fair considering,” she reiterates, brows tenting, trying to take this reconciliation optimistically. The larger amount felt prudent to offer, thinking it needs to be more than the amount he could have easily collected from his mystery client by bringing her in (alive or dead). Emphasis on easily, and much easier than solving who is behind this. And… What this? Ensuring nobody else collects?
“Oh stars, I suppose there will be others, like you,” her voice trails off, gaze growing blank in its trepidation once more. Her heart doesn't slow its racing. There’s too much to consider.
“Uh, well, I’ve never hired a bounty hunter before. Are contracts normal in your profession? I mean, it sounds prudent to do so, but. Oh, I’m not sure." Hand rises to press her fingertips on her forehead. I'm not safe, am I?
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Work Matters & Core Complicity
Brienne works for the Imperial Finance Ministry, starting as a financial analyst before working her way up to a funding manager, where she helps supervise Imperial contracts with various industries and organizations.
The biggest conglomerates are Kuat Drive Yards (KDY), the foremost military shipbuilding corporation of the galaxy (the Imperial-class Star Destroyer and AT-AT are products of KDY), and Sienar Fleet Systems, another starship, arms, and drive manufacturer best known for its TIE fighter series. Both companies were also employed by the Republic, building similar militarily-focused vehicles and devices. After the Clone Wars, KDY and Sienar competed for Imperial contracts and were instrumental in solidifying the Empire’s control over the galaxy along with many offshoot organizations created to help handle building projects.
Does she see a difference between the Republic’s contracts with these companies and the Empire’s? Not really. Does she know where Imperial funding comes from? Yes, taxes and resource extraction. Does she understand where the funding goes? Also, yes. She assumes it's to build things meant to benefit the populations of Imperial worlds (often pointing to industrial and transportation networks), which is a normalized point of view for the privileged Corascanti who benefit from the Empire’s control.
Furthermore, Brienne is not in any real position of power. She works in a pipeline of many other actors involved in these contracts. These include financial officers who work for KDY and Sienar, overseers from the Imperial Bureau of Standards imposing quotas and output expectations, and other team members from her own ministry who handle different parts of the contract.
She’s not a Rebel. She’s not an Imperial. She’s a Civilian employed in the government sector, overseeing numbers at her cubicle. She doesn’t have an ulterior motive but to do the labor assigned to her. One could call her a complicit cog in a system of oppression where she’s not the oppressed, nor does she fully see the oppression happening beyond the borders of her upper-level Coruscant lifestyle. It's a willful ignorance of the powerful Core that the Empire banks on. Think of Eedy Karn (of Andor) accepting the Imperial version of news events without much thought. She is an average citizen, someone not political in the slightest, and arguably a decent person who is just involved in something more insidious from the outside looking in.
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ᥫ᭡ .°• thank you nony ;_;
⸻ ⛧ ❝ 𝘔𝘈'𝘈𝘔, 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘋 𝘔𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘙 it. I'm a bloody fortune-teller, didn't you read the sign? ❞ Which is ironic because he can't read for anything. Though he did have a custom sign made for his stall anyway. Most police or stormtroopers just considered it a ruse & anyone satisfied didn't find it necessary to report him. His tone was rather deflated, more tired than angry. Upset wouldn't do him any good if she actually was to draw attention to all this.
A jar of cleaner in hand & a fresh rag, he motions for her to give him her arm with a huff, ❝ Report me for doing what? My job? ❞ If she let's him clean off her arm, he would at least be gentle about it. Preferably attempting to be quick as well as he no longer wanted to let this have any more attention than was unnecessary.
There is a part of him that wants to scold her, just a little. Claim his dyslexia, that this was the best job he could acquire as most labor jobs required reading a manifest. At least the ones that paid enough. ( then again, it technically didn't pay the bills ) After all, fortune-telling was hardly the most illegal thing he's done. ❝ If you weren't willing to believe in coincidences or something similar, why stop my cart anyway? Does the phrase no thank you ever come to mind? ❞
Brienne’s nose crinkles before wide eyes, still strained in shock, tick over to the sign she did indeed read prior to approaching the man’s cart. Fortune teller. Readings. Paintings... Of course, the paintings she didn’t fully realize would be on her own skin until it was too late to politely back out. After folding her ruined scarf, she hesitantly offers her arm.
“Well, I,” words softly fail, and glossy lips close a moment as he points out one of her major flaws: being unable to say no. “I didn’t want to be rude,” especially after having been hailed over to browse. “And that was not mere coincidence. You’re supposed to give some nondescript, vague nonsense that applies to a general population. Not be pinpoint specific.”
Voice lowers as she continues, trying to reel in her concern. “There used to be a cult of sorcerers here that could do the same, know too much, read people’s minds, and influence them to do their bidding. They are all dead or scattered, only to be hunted down like criminals." Their name is taboo and will go unsaid. "Word gets around that you have that power and,” mouth closes shut; he can finish that sentence.
“May I do that?” Open palm requests the rag rather than pulling it from him. A hope to mitigate his prolonged and uncomfortable touch, especially on something she can do herself.
He might as well be Coruscanti, for all he was born to a notorious family. Alas, the taint of the Old Blood, what his homeland calls the sensitivity to the Force, is not welcome there. And his is the story of many, across many lands.
In truth, were it not Yan's own homeworld, and thus the seat of power of the one leading the Separatists, he doesn't entirely expect it would be very noticed.
"Is it?" He says, merely an interjection, as she speaks of her home planet, and then considers it.
"It would be quite useful, to have that degree of organization here on Coruscant." Yan admits, somewhat bemused. "For all I am not certain we could ever agree on how to color-code them, if we tried. Can you imagine the conversations in the Senate? The uproars here, in these rooms?" He even mused, certainly entertained by the idea.
The conversation turns to Aargau, but Brienne mills over Serenno a moment longer. The name does sound familiar but then there’s been a lot of names and star systems mentioned on holonews segments and in tabloids over the last weeks to delay the connection. This war is so confusing.
The Jedi’s amusing scenario garners a chuckle that stays locked behind a closed-mouth smile that burns her cheeks. “Everything is twice as difficult here, isn’t it? At least that is what I’ve heard. I tend to stay out of politics.” An admittance she’s unabashed to admit. “I’m Brienne Guyot, by the way.” Realizing then that they have not exchanged names. “And as you assumed from our prior company, I work for the Bank of Aargau, at our branch office here.”
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Dee is my Star Wars droid OC. She’s an A-LT utility droid who was fancily refurbished (with lots of gold hardware) from her star yacht astromech days into a household service droid. Her nickname is “Dee” from DA-LT33 or "D33.” She’s one of the many household service droids you can find working in the Guyot estate on Aargau. Dee’s a cheerful droid who likes to help. She’s also an avid watcher of children’s holocartoons.
Brienne employed Dee in her Coruscant apartment for a few months in 3 BBY when her work and personal travel schedule conflicted with major apartment renovations. She thought it would be prudent to have a trusted family-owned droid around to keep track of happenings and make sure her many terrariums stay in check. Dee, it was found, doesn’t do so well alone, missing the company of the other household droids back on Aargau. Brienne makes a note not to employ her the next time she needs a similar service.
In a more general headcanon, Brienne has a neutral stance on droids, seeing them as the majority do, as property and tools.
( dee art © @nightbrcther ;♡; )
Qira would never report anyone if they spoke poorly about her father. To her, he was a man who had too much emotion, one who could not be an efficient leader because of it. While being prepared to take his place, she had been quickly taught to be less like him, not that she had any arguments with it. She had inherited her mother's patience, but held her father's stubborn nature, whether she liked it or not. Further still, she preferred to meet others, preferred to get to know them properly. It would foster better relationships within the Empire itself, lead to less fear and more cohesive work being done.
"I have not, but I am planning to survey and learn about the other facilities in the near future. I find that fostering relationships lead to stronger bonds forged between governmental systems."
Something about Brienne already made the woman feel more at ease than usual. In a way, she reminded her of her mother, but there was a sense of kindness that neither of her parents seemed to hold.
"Please tell me what all is done in this facility, and what role you specifically hold within it."
Hearing this is Qira’s first of many ministry tours puts Brienne in a rare position to set the bar of impression high; an objective she prepared for. “That is a worthy goal,” she politely follows, slowing her high-heeled pace along the main elevated walkway above the many lines of cubicles below.
“Our ministry also works synergistically with others, such as with contractors and research facilities, to continue moving the Empire forward. Industrial and transportation networks, the Emperor’s energy initiative, military equipment, all Imperial projects are funded through here. We also handle taxation and other forms of revenue to fund said projects.” One could say that the Finance Ministry is the most important cog in the Empire’s wheel.
“As for myself, I'm a funding manager. At the moment, I handle several military building contracts with Kuat Drive Yard and Sienar Fleet Systems. But I started my tenure as a financial analyst. Used to sit in one of these cubicles, to be exact.” Gaze wanders to the identical rows of circular modules, each with its own worker glued to its screens. Not the most glamorous position coming from a more valued client relations role at a bank, but at the time, she thought it held potential.
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